The kids had Friday off from school. I took them to music class with the baby. They looked like giants. If you ever want perspective of how much your kids have grown – put them in a room with a bunch of two year olds.
I kind of sat back and let Eloise do the class with Astrid. At one point Eloise took Astrid’s hand and led her to the instrument bin.
The mom next to me had two little girls on her lap – a new-ish baby and a toddler. Just six short years ago that was me in this very same class. This very same spot. This very same music. Little Eloise dancing. Baby Esther cradled in my arms. I closed my eyes briefly and went back to that moment. That very brief moment.
Soon I felt a tap on my arm from this mom next to me.
You daughter, how old is she? She asked.
Eight. I replied
Eight? She’s only eight? That is what eight looks like? She seemed shocked. I noticed she hugged her two year old just a little closer.
Yes, that is what eight looks like. I answered.
Our nice weather has ended our neighborhood hibernation. The children emerge from their homes each Spring I swear a foot taller and more beautiful. They run faster and jump higher. The balls they throw go further and their voices are different.
The young girl from down the block rides her bike by and I do a double-take. Twelve – isn’t she just twelve I think? She now must be five feet ten with a body of a woman and long blond hair curling down her back. I stand in shock as I call Eloise over to hug her shoulders to just keep her still for a moment as I think..
So that is what twelve looks like?